CAMILLA RENÉEST JOHN'S HOSPITAL. WEDNESDAY.He tugs at the hem of my shirt, I took the cue, lifting my weight off the floor and on the bed, my legs placed on each side of the bed, my centre finding its resting place right above his member.I swear I heard a groan.My face flushed bright red sensing his hands creep lower, down to the base of my ass, not only was I self-conscious, it's not like Paula's or the girls he's been with, but I haven't been touched. *Not like this.*His hands were large enough to wrap around each cheek, I was expecting a squeeze or something.He didn't. They rested there without a movement. *Maybe they're too small.*Practically clueless, I struggled to maintain his pace, tilting my head so he could brush his tongue against my lip before shoving it back into my mouth.My idle hands were shivering, I could get them in his hair or stroke his cheeks.I've made out with Ky
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